Pink fleece, wool-soft air:
cherry blossoms spread open,
sighing at blue sky.
Sometimes transcendence
grows downward beneath your feet
into precious Earth.
After blossom-drop
I welcome the glyph of night
as a dark flower.
Sighing at blue sky,
I welcome the glyph of night
transcending wool-soft air.
J. Pratt-Walter © 2022
